You come downstairs and find your step-mom sitting at her desk, playing with a little golden medallion. You ask her what it is and she tells you its from her morning meeting. For as long as you can remember, your step-mom has gone to a Gambling Addicts Anonymous meeting every Saturday. When you congratulate her on 18 years of recovery - she started right before you were born - she looks kind of guilty, and says she has something to tell you.

"See, step-son, it's...well, it's not gambling that I'm addicted to. I didn't want to tell you this because I didn't want to warp your relatio... Show more